Post by x december on Oct 14, 2007 10:59:45 GMT -5
xx cry out for me decemberkit
xx a rose in the frost she-cat
xx don't wait for me newborn
xx stalked by fear rainclan
xx forever looked down upon kitten
xx let's dance in the rain
xx a rose in the frost she-cat
xx don't wait for me newborn
xx stalked by fear rainclan
xx forever looked down upon kitten
xx let's dance in the rain
Ghostly steps make no sound. Yes, these four petite paws may seem to belong to a ghost, the ghost of a young kitten, but look twice. You will see the pulse in her neck, the gentle cloud that is her breath. Decemberkit is little, once you take in her entire body. Though she is young, this is stull true, especially when she sits beside a kitten of her own age. The paws seem far too small to support her body, but she manages it. The toes are beautifully formed, delicately set out from one another. The pads, hidden beneath the paws, are of palest pink. Though these paws may seem too little and perhaps too endearing to pose any threat whatsoever, inside four sets of sharp claws are hidden. Each claw is as pearly white as the moon, and as sharp as a bramble thorn. Decemberkit's paws slide into her legs. These seem to stretch onwards just a touch too far; in later life, she will aquire a willowy appearance. But for now, she just appears as a long-limbed kitten. But her legs are slender and supple, and promise agility and swiftness and boundless energy.The legs round off into a pair of shoulders. These are two humps of hard bone which meld into her spine. The spine is neither too long, nor too short. It leads off into her tail. This is fairly long, and furred in long, soft strands of feathery hair. It seems to be more of an attachment rather than an actual part of her body. Decemberkit's muzzle is rounded and tipped in a small nose the same hue as her paw pads. Her cheekbones are high, giving her face a peaky, though somehow serene, appearance. Decemberkit's eyes are the shape of almonds, perfect as a painting. They are ringed in deep ebony, which give them a striking look. But the colour is what makes them so beautiful. A deep azure, swirling with a million darker and lighter gues. Swimming with thoughts and emotions that will never escape into the complicated world.
This kitten has been blessed with a beautiful coat. It is short and soft and lightly fluffy. It is lovely to touch. Though Decemberkit is a shorthaired cat, her fur does lengthen in some places. It becomes more wispy, but longer on her stomach and the insides of her legs, and ghostly white wisps of hair spring from the insides of her ears. But on the backs, the fur is very short and velvety to the touch. Decemberkit's fur is the very hue of virgin snow; a deep, sparklingly beautiful white. It is not sullied by markings or splotches, but just the same, unmarked white. It contrasts beautifully with her deep blue eyes. Decemberkit's fur is so pale that in the winter months she can camoflauge easily against newly fallen snow; but in the spring, summer and autumn she sticks out like a rose in a bunch of daisies.
come on, come on xx
Not only is her past mysterious; her heart is just as unknown. Decemberkit is a very quiet kitten, barely speaking enough to express her emotions. Her face is often unreadable; but her eyes betray her emotions. She is very good at keeping things quiet, and if she is hurting inside, nobody would ever know. Decemberkit is a very mysterious kit; not many of her fellow kits wish to befriend her due to this. She keeps to herself in the daylight hours, sometimes wiling them away by falling into slumber's soft hands. But in the night she is truly alive. She wanders unnoticed from the RainClan camp, to dance in the moon's full glow. Decemberkit has a way with words, when she does rarely let them out, which seduces and calms any who catch them. She can weave together a song or poem in the space of a few seconds, and and remember every one she has ever uttered. Decemberkit is very much a shy soul, and prefers to keep to the back of the crowd rather than push to the front. She considers her own opinion so lowly that she would never share it with others. Decemberkit considers most praise given to her lies; she knows that she is nothing special and never will be.
xx alone in the world; silence, silence
Winter, Autumn, Spring and Summer. Four loners of different origins, but for Spring and Summer, the brother and sister. Autumn and Spring fell in love. They were happy together. But Summer was jealous. He did not love Winter, though she secretly adored him. The envious tom became mates with Winter just to show his sister. He never really loved her, even after she fell pregnant with his kits. Spring had recently given birth to her own two daughters, Lily and Rose, and a son, Thistle. The little group were blissfully happy - but for Summer. He awaited the bird of his kits with bated breath; he knew that they would be stronger than any of his sister's kits, and he could not wait to flaunt them. Inside, his mind was tying itself into knots of insanity.
But Winter fell into a painful labour on a cold night. She gave birth to one tiny, frail daughter. Summer was outraged, and in his fury murdered Winter. He blamed her for the kits' disabilities. He would have killed his child, too, had Spring not stepped in. A furious battle ensued, ending with Spring and Autumn slain beside their kits. Summer escaped to the river, where he drowned himself out of guilt and terror. Only one survived that night. The forgotten kit. A passing loner, Theo, found the kit and took her in. But he could not care for her. He had heard the stories about the mysterious group of cats named Aurora's Faithful, and knew not to take her there. In the end, Theo began travelling to the home of the newcomers, RainClan. But on this journey, he was set upon by foxes. Injured and bleeding, Theo delivered the kit to RainClan, in his last breath speaking her name; Decemberkit.
xx nobody to speak of me
winter [mother]
summer [father]
spring [aunt]
winter [mother]
summer [father]
spring [aunt]